RosesQuill

Crystal MacLeod

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Shivers by RosesQuill, literature

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Shivers

Skin prickling, hair on end Anticipation and joy Smiles that make your face hurt Blushes that bubble up from inside Shivers of delight, Trembles of emotion From fingers to toes Heart racing Heat flaring, Stomach turning, Heart aching Desire. Wanting to touch Wanting to hold Wanting to love, and to be loved Eyes meet Can't look away Lured by your voice, Caught with you laugh. Is this real, Will it last? I don't want to wake up.

Weakness by RosesQuill, literature

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Weakness

Crushed by the pressure. Letting gravity pull you under the waves Sinking without a care. No will to fight No will to care. Just let me alone. Don't let me drag you down with me. Sitting in the darkness Empty. Broken, My life spreading out amongst all the shards of hope. My mask is gone. Joy left behind. Everything so complicated. Strength gone Mind wandering. My body a shell I don't want to deal with anything anymore So let me go Beneath the surface, Where the darkness and cold are my friends Tired Let me sleep Hoping to not wake. Let me stay in my dreams forever.

Ode to muse by RosesQuill, literature

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Ode to muse

I found my muse today. I was enchanted, By the woven cord wrapped Round her vivid red hat, And the little feather tucked behind How the colour of the cord Matched her hair perfectly I just had to say I like it. The old looking book Held cradled in her lap. Bronze chain around her neck Her leather jacket, And the stamp on her hand I'm not trying to be creepy, I can't remember her face Or the colour of her eyes. I was behind her on the bus. I just couldn't stop staring At her hair and the hat, My skin tingled, Full of excitement From the pure desire to write. Thank you, to my muse.

The Rogue by RosesQuill, literature

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The Rogue

The Rogue While walking the paths of my life, I stumbled upon the rogue. How do I describe such a complex character? How his presence can fill a room, his courtly graces and charm winning over the crowd. Or how he disappears into the crowd, being invisible in plain sight. Easily slipping on and off His many masks, as if he's an actor from a play. The way he smiles, mischievous and mysterious, leaving one guessing, and wanting to know more. How he stole into my life, boldly and teasingly, catching me up in the drama and excitement, then keeping still with me through the silence. Dancing through the many elaborate layers of society, one

Sunflowers by RosesQuill, literature

The fabled fish. by RosesQuill, literature

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The fabled fish.

Like the mythical fish, Ever seen, and never caught Feel the nibble, have the hope Just to find, you have lost, Bait, hook, and the fish. Other people boasting, Having fish for supper, Never you. Time wasted Sitting and waiting Saying you give up, Focusing on other walks of life Somehow it's always haunting The challenge to catch, Luring you back to the river When will I learn, To stop trying, To REALLY give up And take it for truth It's one fish I'll never taste.

Storm of Destruction by RosesQuill, literature

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Storm of Destruction

Day is sunny, warm and bright Life everywhere, joy abounding Heart swelling, full from taking it all in In bliss, floating on a cloud of love Storm comes, lightning ripping through the meadow Trees crack and splinter, everything hides, Darkness, envelops, freezing all warmth The final hammer blow, shattering my frozen heart Shards, lie scattered. Me, too weary to care Exhausted from the pain Too broken to fight Craving to just roll over and vanish Letting the world go on as ever It won't stop, because I leave It will just keep turning..

pain by RosesQuill, literature

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pain

pain. i hurt when the world taunts me pushing me around controlling my input demanding taunting teasing its like I'm 6 all over again facing the school bully why fight a fight when i know i'll just lose is there a point to confrontation, when you're on the losing team? each attempt to stand up, ends, like a slap on the face, like a slice along the arm don't know what is triggered or what button of mine is pushed stop asking why i don't know why it just hurts

What to do by RosesQuill, literature

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What to do

What to do when the heart is confused When the world is flipped upside down And the clear black and white turns to grey Stomachs churn, and lines are blurred The brain shuts down and mouth dries You seem to freeze, time seems so unsteady Not knowing what to do, or what to say Or even who to trust to open up and talk to When one step off may mean disaster You feel like you're walking blind Lost in this confusing jungle of chaos And not even knowing where you're going. Questions whirl around inside the heart And you know there is nothing you can do Or no answers coming anytime soon Just suck it up, cope, and move forward. That i

Stasis by RosesQuill, literature

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Stasis

Falling asleep while walking around the block, over and over. Staring into the cupboards, as if waiting for something to appear Gazing out the window, watching the world pass by. Looking forward to meals, being the only activity of the day. Taking naps just to make the day end sooner Pressing refresh, as if in every minute the news feed will change Listening to the dogs bark, the computer fan whirr. Turn another page, eyes just skimming the words Going through the classifieds, one more time. Calling friends, leaving messages, taking rain-cheques. Randomly writing down thoughts, just to see progress Not caring if it makes sense or i

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Shivers by RosesQuill, literature

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Shivers

Weakness by RosesQuill, literature

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Weakness

Ode to muse by RosesQuill, literature

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Ode to muse

The Rogue by RosesQuill, literature

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The Rogue

Sunflowers by RosesQuill, literature

The fabled fish. by RosesQuill, literature

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The fabled fish.

Storm of Destruction by RosesQuill, literature

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Storm of Destruction

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pain

What to do by RosesQuill, literature

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What to do

Stasis by RosesQuill, literature

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Stasis

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Back at it. by RosesQuill, journal

Back at it.

Dec 24, 2017

Well, it's been years, and I stopped writing, fell in love, got married, and now I'm separated and back on my own. I remember how much I loved writing, how it always made me feel better and express myself. So I am going to try and continue now, and keep it up. I likely will put any poetry here, and journal on my wordpress. If any of you old followers are still around, hi! And if you are new to my page, welcome. My writing is for my pleasure, I don't mind critiques or feedback, as I am always interested in hearing thoughts about my work. What you like, don't etc.. However, my writing isn't 'work' so even if my poetry turns out to be a

Odyssey Propulsion by techgnotic, journal

Odyssey Propulsion

Nov 7, 2012

Artists, Writers, Poets, Deviants. We want you! Odyssey II is the second mass collaboration event to be conceived on deviantART this time under the watchful gaze and guiding hand of none other than Clive Barker - - the master of fantastical narratives. The result will be published next year in digital and traditional book form. Read about the Project and participate in the creative event of the new millennium (before it ends, of course, with the apocalypse). Here is the current prompt inspired by the latest Odyssey II chapter chosen by Clive. Prompt for Chapter 4 The invasion like no other is on, and we are witness with players whose uni

A Night To Remember ~ Canada x Reader by ClandestineBatHeart1, literature

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A Night To Remember ~ Canada x Reader

"I-I l-lo. . . I lov-. . . dang it." Canada sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair while shaking his head in defeat. He couldn't bring himself to say it, even when he was alone and everybody had already left-- but, then again, it's not like it would matter if they were here or not. None of them bothered to acknowledge that he present at every meeting. . . or that he even existed at all now that he thought of it. But, there was one person who actually managed to treat him like he was an actual human being instead of some phantom. Her name was ______, and to Canada, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever saw in his life-- and

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

May 25
Canada
Deviant for 17 years
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Dreamer. Dancer. Writer. Teacher.

Loc: Vancouver, Canada
Current Residence: Canada

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Dancing, Writing, Reading, Photography, Teaching

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RosesQuill

Dec 24, 2017

It's been years, but I am popping in to see what's happening and who all is still around. What's the community like now?

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RosesQuill

Dec 24, 2017

Back at it.

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Well, it's been years, and I stopped writing,  fell in love, got married, and now I'm separated and back on my own. I remember how much I loved writing,  how it always made me feel better and express myself.   So I am going to try and continue now, and keep it up. I likely will put any poetry here, and journal on my wordpress. If any of you old followers are still around,  hi! And if you are new to my page, welcome. My writing is for my pleasure, I don't mind critiques or feedback, as I am always interested in hearing thoughts about my work. What you like, don't etc..  However, my writing isn't 'work' so even if my poetry turns out to be a